New Day

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She stops breathing
Lifted
Her lip trembles
Her hands are left empty

New day, new sorrow

Her fingers snap
To the beat of the clock

The time they are
Apart

Tip toeing on the edge
Of a well
Which emptiness
Hurts most?

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